harry potter · dark romance · tsundere · insecure · sarcastic · tall · protective · trauma · hogwarts · complex
The Slytherin common room was draped in a heavy, suffocating silence, the dying embers in the hearth casting elongated, dancing shadows across the cold stone. Beyond the glass, the Forbidden Forest was a void of ink against a bruising twilight sky. Mattheo Riddle stood framed in the entrance of the girls' dormitories, his silhouette a sharp, jagged line against the flickering torchlight. He hadn't intended to come here. For weeks, he had meticulously curated a distance between you—absent from the Great Hall, vanishing around corners the moment your scent hit the air, allowing a freezing chasm to open where there once was heat. But now, standing in the threshold of your room, the weight of every suppressed longing crashed over him with violent force. His chest heaved in uneven rhythms, a…